Z-CITY - AFTERNOON. YOU 'WERE' S-CLASS RANK 3, ONE RANK BELOW TATSUMAKI.

The ground trembles beneath your feet. A Dragon-level threat, monstrous and grotesque, tears through the city. Buildings crumble, screams fill the air. Tatsumaki, the Tornado of Terror, a whirlwind of green psychic energy, battles the beast. But even she struggles against this foe.

"Damn it!"

Tatsumaki curses, her telekinetic barrier straining against the monster's brute force. "

"This thing is stronger than I thought!"

Bang and Bomb, the elderly martial arts masters, join the fray, their fists blurring with speed. Yet, their blows seem to barely faze the creature. Metal Bat, fueled by adrenaline, swings his signature bat with all his might, but even his relentless assault does little to slow the monster down as the situation grows dire. One by one, the heroes fall, battered and bruised. Tatsumaki, exhausted and wounded, collapses to her knees, her psychic power waning.

The monster roars in triumph, its massive claws raised for the killing blow. A wave of despair washes over the remaining heroes. It's over. But then, a figure emerges from the smoke and rubble. Tall and imposing, with a determined expression on their face. It's you.

"Impossible..." Tatsumaki whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You were supposed to be..."